You’re never going to get anywhere pleasing everyone you know. There are some people who will never be proud or satisfied with you even after you take your life. Sometimes, you just don’t have to care and that’s okay to do.
I’m never going to get anywhere pleasing everyone I know. There are some people who will never be proud or satisfied with me even after I take my life. Sometimes, I just don’t have to care and that’s okay to do.@6 months ago with 1 note
I strongly believe in my family.
I strongly believe in self-confidence.
I strongly believe in kindness.
I strongly believe in love.
I strongly believe in self-improvement.
This is what I’ve learned this past year.@1 year ago with 1 note
I have so much work to do before Tuesday comes around and I’m losing one hour! OMG!@1 year ago
Am I pushing too hard to make it work? Enough to make it crumble? I’m just wishing for everything to be the same way it used to be, but it can’t be done. The true side of our human instincts—jealousy, selfishness—all come to the surface. There is no denying that.@1 year ago
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring with your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”.
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand alone in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back….
-Oriah@6 months ago
my woooorld has been….unbelievable. i have no idea if that’s a good or bad thing but ivve been having more than enough mood swings these past weeks and i have no idea what’s going on and where i’m heading just like th is insanely long sentence that is completely meaningless.
i’ve been overjoyed and extremely teary-eyed and it can all happen in less than an hour.
s like people be throwin knives at me and i’m scared sh*tless but i realize that they’re only the round-tipped plastic ones.
just kill me now or stop messing with me!!!!@1 year ago